...and on Friday, I didn't really "do" my 30. I did 30 of cardio at the gym like always, but when I came home from work I found fresh-baked tahini cookies and a bouquet of flowers on the table, in celebration of my two-year anniversary with my man, and, well, the rest of the weekend involved much cuddling and not as much intentional movement as usual.

Which is to say, I went on to have two performance gigs, followed by three hours of dancing on Saturday night, and I went to Oregon Fire Conclave practice (a straight 1.5 hrs of fan spinning) and ran through some core exercises with aforementioned Man before doing half an hour on my own. The family that gets ripped together stays together?

Tonight I will bust my ass, knowing that this is just the type of momentum I'm gonna keep going because it feels good in my body, and really really good in my brain and my heart. Also, I still have vacation weight to rid. and TRX classes to take. and a workout with Kim on Wednesday.